The Scent Of Dead Leaves
In a city of steel
Exchanging merits for dreams
Is it enough to buy freedom?
Each day's a hamster-wheel
So you crave something real
A melody to break free
...What if you ran away
Deep down into the woods
Away from the pain
Vacant faces disappear
Even on your own
Out here, without the screens
You're haunted by the scent of dead leaves
Are you ready to face your fears?
Dead leaves
All you ever hear
Trapped inside your cell
Intrusive ads track you down
Flashing in your language
There's no escape from this hell
Your relief is the sound
Of her voice soothing your rage
...What if you ran away
Deep down into the woods
Away from the pain
Restless noises disappear
Even on your own
Out here, without the screens
You're haunted by the scent of dead leaves
Are you ready to face your fears?
For all you've ever known
Is grey mediocrity
What lies behind those walls
Must outshine the taste of tears
Just keep running
Just keep running
Hear the song that's long forgotten
Has it lost its ring?
Have the colours lost their vibrance?
Are they bleak like the echoes
Of dead leaves?
Just keep running
Don't stop
...And then you run away
Deep down into the woods
Away from the pain
Their crude laughter spells dismay
Even on your own
Out here, without the screens
You're haunted by the scent of dead leaves
Are you ready to face your fears?
For all you've ever known
Is grey mediocrity
What lies behind those walls
Must outshine the taste of tears
Leaves
Sickening scent of leaves
Scent of dead leaves
Just keep running
Don't stop
Exchanging merits for dreams
Is it enough to buy freedom?
Each day's a hamster-wheel
So you crave something real
A melody to break free
...What if you ran away
Deep down into the woods
Away from the pain
Vacant faces disappear
Even on your own
Out here, without the screens
You're haunted by the scent of dead leaves
Are you ready to face your fears?
Dead leaves
All you ever hear
Trapped inside your cell
Intrusive ads track you down
Flashing in your language
There's no escape from this hell
Your relief is the sound
Of her voice soothing your rage
...What if you ran away
Deep down into the woods
Away from the pain
Restless noises disappear
Even on your own
Out here, without the screens
You're haunted by the scent of dead leaves
Are you ready to face your fears?
For all you've ever known
Is grey mediocrity
What lies behind those walls
Must outshine the taste of tears
Just keep running
Just keep running
Hear the song that's long forgotten
Has it lost its ring?
Have the colours lost their vibrance?
Are they bleak like the echoes
Of dead leaves?
Just keep running
Don't stop
...And then you run away
Deep down into the woods
Away from the pain
Their crude laughter spells dismay
Even on your own
Out here, without the screens
You're haunted by the scent of dead leaves
Are you ready to face your fears?
For all you've ever known
Is grey mediocrity
What lies behind those walls
Must outshine the taste of tears
Leaves
Sickening scent of leaves
Scent of dead leaves
Just keep running
Don't stop
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Pellet, Martyna Judyta Halas, Simon Burri
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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